Текст и перевод песни Chicoria feat. Duke Montana - How We Livin feat. Duke Montana

How We Livin feat. Duke Montana

Duke Montana, Chicoria, yeah
Free Seppia, one, two
So' cresciuto nella big city life, ma quella vera
In mezzo ad anime depresse, gente da galera
Tossici, dipendenti, malati d'AIDS
La maggior parte dei miei amici felici, non l'ho visti mai
E se sorridono mentono, è una maschera che indossano
Li conosco yo, sono come me
La società non li capiscono
Diventano depressi e s'infognano
E cadono in un buio profondo
E vedono The Devil che gli viene incontro
Nessuno che li ascolta, nessuno che li aiuta
La vita è una Nitghmare come Freddy Krueger
E se te guardi intorno, se vede
E se parli dei tuoi sogni la gente te li vuole spegne'
So' gelosi, te vogliono deraglià
Te dicono che non ce la puoi fa'
But fuck that, nothing is impossible
Tieni duro because God is watching you
Fratello, tieni duro dietro le sbarre
Ti scrivo, ti dico che succede nelle strade
Te parlo col cuore e giuro quando esci
Io sarò De Niro e tu Joe Pesci
Bravi ragazzi la nostra cricca
Useremo questa musica pe' uscì dalla merda
Where my homies I don't know
They might be at the show or in the jail so all alone
This will goin out to the ones that fight against my bones
Where my homies I don't know
They might be at the show or in the jail so all alone
They don't know how we livin' the world is a ghetto
Questo è pe' chi n'è nato c'a camicia
Ma c'a canotta, già condannato a fa' il figlio di mignotta a vita
E prima c'hai capita è già finita
Schiacciata come 'e mosche da qualcuno co 'e tasche più grosse
Io me mantengo er merito
Porto 'sti jeans sette giorni di seguito
Inseguo er sogno, Kare s'è spento
Er piccolo testo vive pe' lui ogni giorno che rimane
Tocca mantenè er titolo, sto co quelli ner vicolo
Presso er sigaro cor mignolo
E quanno me tiè sotto tiro o sbiro non spiffero
T'ho detto do rispetto
A chi me da la possibilità di pulirmi il culetto
Quando vado da chi è più grande, niente domande
Il denaro parla, e stronzate nun stanno mai a galla
Maneggia bene i tuoi affari
Pe' i fottuti denari t'hai da guardà dai tuoi amici più cari
Non cambierà un cazzo, anzi sarà sempre peggio
Pensi che se passi l'intero pomeriggio su quer motorino
A vende spiccio fino al mattino ce starà un futuro
Ma ne sei sicuro?
Where my homies I don't know
They might be at the show or in the jail so all alone
This will goin out to the ones that fight against my bones
Where my homies I don't know
They might be at the show or in the jail so all alone
They don't know how we livin' the world is a ghetto
'Sto pezzo è dedicato al Kare
Deceduto nei primi giorni di giugno nelle vie di Roma
Pace alla sua anima
La tua vita continua in noi e con noi in questo dramma

How We Livin' feat. Duke Montana

Duke Montana, Chicoria, yeah
Free Seppia, one, two
I grew up in the real big city life, girl
Surrounded by depressed souls, people destined for jail
Addicts, junkies, those sick with AIDS
I've never seen most of my friends happy, you know?
And if they smile, they're lying, it's a mask they wear
I know them, yo, they're just like me
Society doesn't understand them
They get depressed and sink deeper
And fall into a deep darkness
And they see The Devil coming towards them
No one listens to them, no one helps them
Life is a Nightmare like Freddy Krueger
And if you look around, you see it
And if you talk about your dreams, people want to extinguish them
They're jealous, they want to derail you
They tell you that you can't make it
But fuck that, nothing is impossible
Hold on tight because God is watching you
Brother, hold on tight behind bars
I'm writing to you, telling you what's happening in the streets
I speak to you from the heart and I swear when you get out
I'll be De Niro and you'll be Joe Pesci
Goodfellas, our crew
We'll use this music to get out of the shit
Where my homies I don't know
They might be at the show or in the jail so all alone
This will goin out to the ones that fight against my bones
Where my homies I don't know
They might be at the show or in the jail so all alone
They don't know how we livin' the world is a ghetto
This is for those born with the shirt on their back
But with the tank top, already condemned to be a son of a bitch for life
And before you understand it, it's already over
Crushed like flies by someone with bigger pockets
I keep the merit
I wear these jeans seven days in a row
I chase the dream, Kare is gone
The little text lives for him every day that remains
Gotta keep the title, I'm with those in the alley
Pressing the cigar with my pinky
And when I have you under fire or I faint, I don't snitch
I told you, I give respect
To those who give me the chance to wipe my ass
When I go to those who are bigger, no questions asked
Money talks, and bullshit never floats
Handle your business well
For the fucking money, you have to watch out for your dearest friends
Nothing will change, in fact it will always be worse
Do you think if you spend the whole afternoon on that scooter
Selling drugs until the morning there will be a future
But are you sure?
Where my homies I don't know
They might be at the show or in the jail so all alone
This will goin out to the ones that fight against my bones
Where my homies I don't know
They might be at the show or in the jail so all alone
They don't know how we livin' the world is a ghetto
This piece is dedicated to Kare
Who died in the early days of June on the streets of Rome
Peace to his soul
Your life continues in us and with us in this drama